The room bustles around

Me

A solar system with

Me

As its centre

Except

My only company

Is an empty glass

An empty bowl

Where once was

Sustenance

As empty as my

Heart

They taunt

Me

They remind

Me

They scold

Me

In a room teeming with life

I am its centre

But I am

No more

A ghost

A spirit, perhaps

Of the man I was

I would bustle

I would laugh

I would teem

Once

The solar system revolves around

Me

But I exist

Only to remind

Them

Of what they could be

Cold

Empty

A glass that no one fills

Do you feel like this? As if you have nothing left to give and, as such, are no good to anyone except to be just a warning of what they might be?

I hope not. Each and every one of you is valued and valuable. We touch so many lives in our time. Many are enriched by that touch, mine included.